Ji Nuan who was struggling madly suddenly froze when he pressed her face against his chest. Being drugged, she almost lost all her senses except the sense of smell. When he put her head against his chest, she felt the familiar grassy aroma unique to Mo Jingshen.
Then she heard the man's patient, gentle voice. "It's me. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid…"
Mo Jingshen?
Ji Nuan relaxed immediately and collapsed into his arms, letting the man steadily hold her. She pressed her face against his chest and took a deep breath of his smell as if making sure it was really Mo Jingshen.
When he was going to carry her out of the bathroom, she suddenly sobbed aggrievedly. "Mo Jingshen…"
Perhaps because of her sob or perhaps the woman in his arms was too hot, the man's eyes darkened. It had been too long since he had heard her call his name in a voice so soft and dependent and too long since he had felt she needed him so badly.
